Making a gentle detour

/ Rugby Lion

My feet on solid ground.
I sent you the moon last night.
It was lying in stillness,
a witness to a know delight.
Tender in my love for you,
a coveting… a craving.
Your soul danced in me,
a gentle blush in shame.
Don’t stop. Never stop.​

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